The morning sun rises, and the clouds are all over the sky. This is the autumn light of September. The mountain breeze rustles, and the long wolf flag shines. The smoke of the chimney and the birds flutter their eagle feathers. Outside the flat water valley city, the continuous Mexican camp is bathing.
Under the bright morning light, the crowd gradually became louder.
"Didi, didi!"
When the trumpet sounded, tens of thousands of legion warriors woke up from their sleep. They arranged their clothes, maintained their weapons, and prepared their morning meals.
"Woo~! Woo~!"
The desolate horns passed through the vast valley, awakening more than 20 farming camps that stretched for dozens of miles. Under the orders of the militia captain, thousands of Tlaxca Moths left their simple shacks.
and emerged from the hole in the ground. Then, everyone, regardless of men, women, old or young, gathered in front of the emblem of the main god in the center of the camp.
Soon, under the leadership of the priest of the Lord God, more than 100,000 people raised their heads in unison, facing the morning light from the east, and prayed to the Supreme Lord God!
"Praise be to my god Huitzilopochtli! She is supreme, mighty and omnipotent! She gives us sunshine and rain, harvests and food!..."
Chaotic prayers resounded in the vast valley, like rain showers in the rainy season, and merged into neat thunder. This kind of group prayer, every time it is held, is so unforgettable, deeply affecting the villagers and the people.
The heart of a samurai!
At this moment, many people in Tlaxcala who had just converted to the Lord God could not help but shed tears. In the sky, it seemed as if a beam of light fell on their barren and dry hearts, dispelling the darkness of death and bringing new life.
Hope! Everything, just like the farmland near the camp, indicates a peaceful future.
"...Praise my God! She protects me and uses her spear and plow to write a new chapter in the whole world!"
Shulot was wearing sacrificial robes, raised his hands high, and shouted the king's prayer to the red sun in the sky. He stood at the head of the water valley city and looked around, and the endless corn fields came into his sight.
The corn in the field is lush and green, and most of the plants have one or two cobs, and there are very few leggy and lodging ones. In addition, the rainy season has passed, the weather is sunny, and the weather is very suitable for harvesting. This year's harvest is good in the Shuigucheng area.
, obviously a rare bumper harvest!
"The land after fighting is always more fertile... The use of compost also helps to a certain extent..."
Shulot's eyes were bright and he straightened his spine. He looked at the boundless, green and golden farmland in front of him, with a satisfied smile on his face, like a sincere child, and even his voice became clear.
"Five million acres! Half a million acres of harvested fields! I led the Guards Corps and stationed here for nearly half a year, personally managing various camps and guiding more than 100,000 Tlaxcala people, just for this scene!"
Looking at the king's star-like eyes and listening to the king's proud declaration, Naxiu's heart beat rapidly. She held her heart with difficulty, her eyes gradually became hazy, like dew under the sun, and without hesitation, she pounced on
The sun's rays.
"Congratulations, Your Highness! You are the true king!"
Bertard bowed his head respectfully and praised sincerely.
"The harvest fields are where the people's hearts are, and where the divinity is! You are the immortal Shulotel, in charge of rebirth and death, and will bring pure and bright vitality after destroying the decayed death!"
"Ha ha!"
Hearing this, Shulot laughed heartily, feeling so comfortable all over that even his pores relaxed. Construction and creation always bring long-term happiness. At this moment, the joy and satisfaction in his heart was greater than that of leading thousands of people.
Man, fight on the battlefield!
The sun is rising slowly, birds are circling in the sky, farmers are busy in the fields, and warriors are practicing in the camp. Everything is going in order.
Shulot walked down the city, changed into a light white robe, and walked into the main hall of the city. He sat down cross-legged in the main hall. Behind him was Naxiu with a short dagger, and on the left was Berta with a bronze sword.
Virtue. On his right side is a resolute and steady middle-aged warrior. The warrior's face is slightly older, but his eyes are as sharp as an eagle.
"Bertard, September is coming to an end, the rainy season has passed, and the autumn harvest should be fine. King Avit has sent another messenger, urging him very urgently... In two days, I will lead four thousand guardsmen to the north.
, meet the king of Tree Snake City!"
Speaking of this, Shulot looked at the calm warrior commander, then looked at the middle-aged warrior on the other side, and smiled gently.
"On this trip to the north, in addition to the 4,000 Imperial Guards, there are also 8,000 Feathered Goose Legions, 8,000 Flower Tree Legions, and 1,000 elite fire warriors recruited from various ministries to supplement the King's newly-organized Guards.
There are more than 20,000 people in total. The army only needs to prepare food for twenty days. When we reach the North Route Army, there will naturally be food supplies."
"Your Highness, you... only bring four thousand guards?"
Hearing this, Bertard pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice.
It is only 150 miles from Water Valley City to Tree Snake City. The large Tlaxcala strongholds along the way were all wiped out by the North and South Army Corps. The South Route Army went north, even with a slow-moving artillery battalion, it only took ten days. Just
, after more than a hundred miles, there are two states controlled by the Northern Route Army. And the king's army has an absolute advantage...
"Yeah. Four thousand guards, including three thousand heavy armor and one thousand artillery battalions, are completely enough!"
Shulot smiled confidently and made a decision.
"As for the remaining three thousand guards... Bertard, I leave them all to you! The Black Wolf has sent the news, the Holy Stone City has sent an envoy to express surrender, and the Mixtec people have fully contracted. His Guakili
The legion will return soon. The scouts from the south have also confirmed the movements of the Mixtecs."
"...Now that the threat to the rear route has been eliminated, half of the royal regiments and militia from the Yamaguchi Fortress Group and Daolu City can be mobilized to fill the main camp of Shuigu City. These are the three thousand Mexica warriors and the three thousand Lake District militia
, a total of 6,000 people. There are more than 10,000 people in the Panmang Legion. Although it is mainly militia, it can also be used to maintain various farming camps. In addition, there are 15,000 people in the hands of Black Wolf..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Bertard, my loyal warrior captain, will take charge of the south for me! After I leave, you will rule the 30,000 warriors in the south!
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"Be optimistic about the camp in Water Valley City, complete this year's autumn harvest, and appease the more than 100,000 Tlaxcala villagers! ...By the way, Black Wolf said, he will also bring back more than 20,000 Mixtec young men. You
Please help me transport these precious people back to the Lake Kingdom!"
Bertard was shocked when he heard that he was sitting in the south. He opened his mouth in surprise and asked worriedly.
"Your Highness, are you going to be escorted to the north this time?"
"Haha! It doesn't matter. The captain of the guard, Eckart, is very skilled in martial arts and has protected my grandfather for many years. This time when I go north, he will stay with me to provide military advice and participate in the defense. Well, this is also the advice you gave me before."
After saying that, Shulot extended his hand cordially and patted the shoulder of the middle-aged warrior on the right. The man was his grandfather's personal guard and a family warrior he had known since childhood.
"Eckart, I'm leaving it to you this time to go north!"
Ekart, the former chief of the high priest's bodyguard and a middle-aged family warrior, immediately knelt down on the ground and bowed his head in salute.
"Your Highness, you are the heir to the royal family of the Holy City! I will defend your side to the death, just like my father, ancestors and brothers! I will stand in front of you, no matter it is thunder, arrows, spears or axes,
It’s still poison!”
Seeing Eckart facing the king and kneeling to salute, Bertard pursed his lips, with complicated emotions surging in his heart. However, he knew that His Highness had already chosen a new path for him. All this was inevitable after all.
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After a few breaths, the calm warrior commander knelt down on one knee and bowed deeply.
"Your Highness, I will obey your will, my only sun!"
"very good!"
Shulot nodded slightly, his expression calm, but with an increasingly mature majesty. He pondered for a moment, counted the food in the camp, and then asked seriously.
"Bertard, how is the transfer of Tlaxcala's youth going?"
"Your Highness, since the Eastern Expedition, the South Route Kingdom Army has always taken the acquisition of Dingkou as its top priority. Before attacking the Holy City in June, the South Route Army captured 120,000 people from various tribes in Tlaxcala, killed 30,000 people, and transported 30,000 people
, all of them are young and old people under the age of 35."
Bertard paused for a moment, looked at His Highness's calm face, and then spoke cautiously.
"After the Holy City of Cholula... was pacified, another 90,000 people were captured and 30,000 were killed. In the past three months, a large number of new canoes built by the kingdom were launched into the water, and the transfer was accelerated. A total of 60,000 people were moved before and after! In total,
Come, the Southern Route Army has captured 210,000 people, and has relocated 90,000 people. There are still about 120,000 people stationed in the valleys around Shuigucheng, responsible for the autumn harvest of 500,000 acres of fields!"
"Okay! Okay! Nearly half of the more than 200,000 people have migrated! As long as these 200,000 tribes are placed in the south of the kingdom, the strength of the Kingdom in the Lake will grow completely new!"
The young king was very satisfied. He turned and looked to the southeast. When the Black Wolf's Guakili Army returned, there would be 20,000 more young men. These migrating tribes and young men had all their original nobles and heads wiped out.
People can be completely in the hands of the kingdom! And when these more than 200,000 people are stabilized, they can support a retired army!
"In this conflicting world of Central America, after all, it is the legion in hand that speaks for itself!"
Shulot lowered his eyes, thoughts flashed in his heart, and ambition surged in his chest. After a long time, he waved his hand and asked Bertard to come closer and tell him another key priority and final arrangement.
The bonfire is slowly swaying, and there is no wind. The moon sets and the sun rises, and the water flows for two more days. The flowing water goes south and goes north against the Talsas River, which is the original source of the river. And the towering White Snake Hill City and Yun She Mountain City are there.
Sixty or seventy miles north of the source of the river.
At the end of September, Black Wolf's royal flag was raised high, and surrounded by four thousand imperial guards, it slowly marched toward the north. The heavy bronze cannon was towed by the civilians, containing the power of destruction. And the huge city-state legions had already
Go first and go to the king's camp outside Tree Snake City.
The king walked along the mountain road from the harvest-rich fields in the south to the weedy north. However, this time, there was no tall wolf flag on his back, only a silver box that seemed cold but kept him warm.
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